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mostly-marvel-musings · 9 months ago

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The green-eyed monster

A/N: This was super random. Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you enjoyed this fic!

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ jealousy induced smut, lil choking and breeding kink?

Word count: 1941

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“Shit!”

You cursed under your breath as you checked your watch, you were running late. Later than fashionably late would permit. But you had a good reason to be. Your stylist and hairdresser had done you up to perfection, all the efforts were worth it because you looked stunning. The dress you chose hugged your curves like a glove, a bold lip, fine jewelry and hair that complimented the outfit beautifully.

The charity event was merely an opportunity to remind a certain someone of what he had been ignoring for the past few weeks. You had to teach him a lesson.

Reaching the venue at record speed, you stepped inside feeling the best version of yourself, immediately grabbing eyeballs of almost everybody present there. Scanning the room, your eyes landed on the man of the hour. Anthony Stark. Looking dapper as ever in a custom-made tux, he was deep in conversation with several who’s who of the society, oblivious to your presence.

That would change soon, you thought.

Heading straight for the bar, you got yourself a glass of champagne, letting your gaze roam over the sea of people to find yourself a distraction. Lucky for you, you didn’t have to make much effort as a man from your past caught your eye and made a beeline in your direction.

“Y/N Y/L/N, as I live and breathe.” he exclaimed, wrapping you in a hug, his hand lingering on your bare skin.

“Noah Bennett. Since when did you start thinking about someone besides yourself?” you jested, celebrating on the inside as his eyes dipped down your body, letting you know your plan was working. From the corner of your eye, you saw a couple of people part to reveal Tony Stark with a curious look on his face.

“You look hot, Y/N. I’m sorry if I’m being too direct here but wow. Look at you!”

You laughed as he twirled you, placing a hand deliberately on his bicep.

“Always the flatterer. Honestly, it is so good to see you here, Noah. I hope you’ve made a sizable donation today. If not, I’m here to persuade you.” you winked, allowing him to get you another drink.

You spoke for quite some time, keeping the conversation light and flirty, you knew exactly what you were doing. Your boyfriend watched the whole scene from a distance, staring daggers at the man who had his hands all over his girl. He had zoned out of the conversation happening around him, focusing only on the two of you. You leaned over to whisper something in that man’s ear, all while his gaze dropped to your cleavage shamelessly, the guy chuckled before he did the same, making you shake your head and blush. It made his jaw tick, irritation bubbled within his chest watching the two of you.

A part of him wanted to intervene and pull you away from the creep, but another part who spoke on behalf of his pride refused. He remembered that man, he’d made a generous pledge for the charity. But right now none of that mattered as much as the fact that he had his arm around your waist, where it didn’t belong. ‘

As time passed, you chatted your way closer to where Tony was, not sparing him much of a glance as you worked your charm to get more rich people to donate for the good cause. Normally, the two of you would be inseparable but given the little fight you had had last week, it made sense for you to make separate appearances. Plus you had your little entry planned to teach him a lesson.

“Oh Y/N, the event is already a success. Well done! You’ve managed to charm everyone into emptying their pockets.” an elderly gentleman complimented you, making you giggle. Ulterior motives aside, the evening truly was a big win.

“When the hostess is easy on the eyes, I guess it helps a lot, wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Stark?”

You felt his presence before you saw the man, the familiar scent and aura that he carried enveloped your senses before a protective arm slid around your waist, pulling you to his side.

“And here I thought I’d have to undo a couple of my shirt buttons to make you guys cough it up.”

His statement earned him laughter from the crowd, his thumb rubbing the bare skin on your back in a way that made your breathing hitch. Turning to look at him, you were met with eyes that ogled your decked up form, the gaze was hungry yet mixed with a hint of annoyance.

Tony leaned over and pressed his lips against your ear, making it hard for you to ignore the excitement you felt.

“What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?”

You feigned confusion, shrugging nonchalantly before taking a sip of your drink, further adding to his irritation. It seemed to be the last straw as Tony grabbed your hand and hastily made his way out of the venue, leaving the guests perplexed.

He remained silent the entire ride back home, keeping his eyes focused on the road. You noticed his knuckles turned white from gripping the wheel tightly.

This would be a lot of fun, you thought. Winding Tony up had an effect on you, you couldn’t wait for him to have his way with you. Pretty confident that sooner or later he would. The night wasn’t over yet.

“You slept with the guy, didn’t you?” he asked out of the blue, still not sparing you a glance.

“Which guy?”

“Don’t fucking test me, Y/N. You know exactly who I’m talking about.” he seethed, putting his foot on the gas and sped up.

“Oh and where did you get that idea from, may I ask?” you suppressed a grin, keeping the tone of your voice light.

“I have eyes. I can see. Someone was way too touchy back there. I don’t like it when others touch my stuff.”

This made you scoff and look out the window as your home came into view. You didn’t move from your seat until Tony opened your door and grabbed your hand once again, taking determined strides up to your house.

“Are you jealous?” you were slightly out of breath keeping up with his pace, the smirk in your voice pretty evident.

“I don’t get jealous.”

“Oh no, you’re right. You just get territorial, and protective. And just a tad needy, right?”

Clicking his tongue, Tony shoved you inside your bedroom, slamming the door behind him before crashing his lips on yours. This kiss had fire, brimming with passion but laced with anger as he walked you back until your back hit the wall, eliciting a gasp. Taking this opportunity, his tongue made it past your lips, clearly winning the game of dominance.

“I think you forgot that you have a partner who needs all your attention before any of your ‘friends’ do.” he murmured against your lips before letting them trail down your neck, nipping at your skin.

“So you were jealous.” you smirked, tugging on his hair as he bruised your skin with a hickey, his fingers grazing up your leg to reach between them, growling when he realized you weren’t wearing panties.

“Fuck yeah I was.” his hand cupped your sex, fingers brushed along the slit that had gathered slick already. Without warning, two of his fingers pushed past your entrance, assaulting your walls by stretching them out.

“Take off your dress.” he commanded, his left hand wrapping itself around your throat gently, his brown eyes darkened with lust.

“You don’t get to order me around.” you didn’t sound convincing at all, given that he chose the moment to curl his fingers inside your tight heat, you gasped.

“Slow down, Tony.” You breathed.

“Take it off or I’ll do it for you.”

The pressure on your throat increased ever so slightly, causing your walls to tighten around his thick digits as he continued pumping. Your eyes were shut in pleasure when you heard the fabric of your dress rip, falling at your feet in shreds. The dress you spent thousands of dollars on was destroyed in seconds, not that you were complaining. If anything, you were counting on this to happen.

Tony made you open your mouth and fed you his fingers, the taste of your desperate arousal evident on them as you rolled your tongue. His cock twitched in his dress pants, eager to be freed and buried deep within your pussy.

You fumbled with his belt, undid the zip and shoved his pants down, earning a chuckle from him. Your eyes flashed victory before arousal took over completely, your body ached for him.

Holding the back of your knees, he entered you in one swift motion, a synchronic moan echoed in the room. Tony didn’t hold back after that, his thrusts set a brutal pace that made you see stars, the line of pleasure and pain thinning as he continued to plough into your sopping heat.

“You like being reminded who you belong to, don’t you sweetheart?” He grunted, every thrust sent you closer and closer to the edge.

Fervently nodding, you held onto his shoulders as cock threatened to split you in two, unable to comprehend much else.

“Cat got your tongue? Use your words, baby.”

“Yes! I wanted you to get jealous tonight, Tony.”

He paused momentarily, making you whine which he swallowed in an instant, slanting his lips on yours. The kiss that contained everything, from dominance to love and everything in between. While he felt guilty for ignoring you these past few weeks, a part of him loved you for your antics, especially ones which ended like this.

His cock twitched inside your walls as he resumed.

“What if I come inside you, huh? What if I fill you up with my seed, get you pregnant? Show them all who you belong to..what do you say, sweetheart?”

He breathed against your skin, his voice muffled in your hair. You answered by clamping your walls around his length, pulling him further inside, tugging on his hair to signal you were close too.

“I’m gonna fill you up, Y/N.” he panted, watching your hand reach down to rub your clit as you brought yourself pleasure.

“Come for me, Tony. Come inside me.” You cried, burying your face in his neck as your walls fluttered around his length. Tony followed with a final twitch of his cock, ropes of cum painting your walls as he filled you up, giving you all he had.

He carried you to bed, still snug inside you and laid you down, littering soft kisses along your shoulder. You grinned victoriously, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Why didn’t you tell him we’re together? He was all over you.” He kept his voice soft, tugging at your heartstrings as always.

“You did what you did to get my attention, and I did what I had to to get yours. Now we’re even.”

Tony looked up at your face, his expression incredulous with a hint of pride playing on his lips.

“You little minx. Have I told you I love you?” He pecked your lips a couple of times, slowly resuming to thrust inside you with his soft cock, pushing his cum further inside and keeping it there.

“Not that I recall. No.”

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kewlgal0909 · 1 month ago

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made up some random homicipher backstory headcanons for the characters because im bored af right now

I'm kinda going off the thing from the game that some of the ghosts in the otherworld used to be humans for these headcanons so. Also pls don't take these things seriously & they might be inconsistent with the actual canon of the game because some of these I just pulled outta my ass ok.

+ might delete later if I eventually find this cringe but idk man.

Mr. Crawling

One of the oldest residents in the otherworld. He's been here since old Japan days

Him and Scarletella actually used to be friends back when he was alive

Something happened between them during that, which caused their friendship to fall apart

One day his village was suddenly attacked, was severely wounded, but escaped

He then somehow crawled his way to the ghost apartments, where he was found by Scarletella

He pleased Scarletella for help but he didn't do anything, simply watching as he slowly died

He's been wandering the otherworld ever since and warned people he could find to stay away from a man dressed in all-red

I definitely did not pull so much shit about them outta my ass all because I ship scarling. Definitely not

Mr. Silvair

used to be a med student

likes horror movies & urban legends

one rainy day, he saw the ghost apartments & strolled in out of curiosity... little did he know he would be trapped forever

his time as a med school student & his lile of horror eventually gave way into the making of his "research" room

Hairdresser (she's so underrated tbh)

Was a highschool girl prior to becoming a ghost

Parents owned a hair salon

Was bullied in school

One day, her bullies planned to prank her by taking her stuff and telling her that it's somewhere in the ghost apartmenys

She goes in to search for her stuff, but never comes back

The Bride

Used to be a known dressmaker in her town

Died in a car crash on the way to her wedding after the car's driver tried to avoid hitting a red figure that suddenly appeared in the rain

The reason she's headless is not because she was decapitated, but because it resembles all the headless mannequins she used to work with during her dressmaking days

Mr. Gap

Used to be a shut-in while he was alive

Chronically online, rarely left his room, and often ordered stuff online to survive

The delivery men were often creeped out by him whenever he opens his door since he looked musty af + his room was always dark

Had a bunch of online friends

One day, he opens his door to find a man in all-red, asking for his name

Confused, he tells the mysterious man his name

Then later was suddenly found dead in his room, his heart mysteriously gone from his corpse

Mr Scarletella

probably the only one in the cast to have never been human idk

can actually kinda speak human language unlike the rest??

that's the only things I could come up about him rn sorrrrryyyy

Mr Hugeface

got lost & became a ghost after he entered the ghost apartments in search of his lost pet

Was alot taller than his peers

idk about him he was a last minute addition

Miscellaneous:

I came up with a tiny headcanon that the reason mr silvair, the hairdresser, hugeface & eventually the MC have white hair is because they were the humans that had once willingly entered the apartments prior to getting trapped there

#homicipher #文字化化 #mr crawling #mr silvair #mr gap #the bride #hairdresser #mr scarletella #mr hugeface #homicipher headcanons

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fastboatsmojito · 3 months ago

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so excited to join the party!! can i request royalty au + forbidden romance trope for royal chef carmy x princess reader? if you also want to include possessive sex from the smutty prompts well 🤭 that’s up to you!

huge congrats on 100 !!!

Omfg I was going to work on some other reqs first but this actually took over all of my thoughts the second it came in so 🧎everyone say thank you Maggie <3

Royalty au from this prompt list + forbidden romance from this prompt list for my 100 followers party !

| a/n; God this was such a fun one

| cw; 18+ smut btc ! Mostly plot + a touch of smut at the end, fem reader <3

| wc; 979

It started slow, an innocent couple of words on the napkin afforded to you along with your breakfast. Your lovely hairdresser giggling with you as you sat in front of the mirror, admiring the not-so-neat handwriting from an apparent admirer.

The note read; ‘Good morning her highness, how I do wish to meet you someday.’ simple and respectful, missing only the name of whomever wrote it. Anyone else would have thought nothing of it, discarding the note along with their breakfast even, but it had gotten lonely in the castle.

October bringing in chilly winds through the linen fabric adorning your open windows, almost enough to blow out the candle dripping next to you as you sat. Longingly looking out at the kingdom as you held your newest possession, dreaming about the face behind the words.

Of course you had the clue that it was someone from within the castle, but this wasn’t much help seeing as so many people came in and out every day.

You’d briefly spoken about it to several staff around the castle as you went about your day; gossiping with the gardener turning into finding out just how many kitchen staff there were. Far too many for a single princess to go through them all separately, so it only made sense to begin with the chefs.

A task you’d fit in somewhere between having another portrait painting, insisted upon by your mother of course, and piano lessons - a hobby you’d become quite fond of.

After sitting for so long you figured you needed a snack anyway, skipping about the castle in your most breathable of dresses, finally reaching the doors of the kitchen.

You received quite a few curious glances as you walked in, the only one not in all white. You smiled and nodded until you felt your cheeks beginning to hurt, always courteous as you made your way to the back.

“Your highness?” A voice beckoned from behind you, turning around to find a red-cheeked, seemingly nervous chef.

“Chef.” You greeted, giving him a polite curtsy as he bowed his head. How cute.

“If I may, what’s a princess like yourself doing back here?” He asked simply, shaky as he held his hands behind his back.

“I’ve come to find someone, actually. Might you know who wrote this?” You pulled the napkin out of your dress pocket - insisted upon by yourself, pocket-less dresses were of no real use.

He seemed taken aback that you were holding it, getting redder in the face if that was even possible, quietly nodding as he stared a hole into the note.

“It was me.” He said it so quietly you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly over the slowly rising chaos of the kitchen behind you.

“You?” You looked at him more observantly then, eyes following the few curls that had fallen in front of his face, over the still rosy apples of his cheeks, and back into the icy blue eyes looking back at you. Oh yes, he would do just fine.

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You were certain your parents would berate you for it as you brought him back to your room, giggling about the castle as you held his hand and guided him in, all but sprinting as befuddled servants passed you.

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t make it all the better, the kind, incredibly handsome chef of all people being brought back to a princesses bedroom. Ever the dramatic, you quietly closed your door after he’d walked in, clasping your hands together as you walked to your bed.

He seemed fond of all the pink, lacy, beauty around the room, quiet as he courteously removed his chefs coat and folded it in his arms.

You beckoned him over with a finger, grinning at him from under the draped fabric over your bed. He walked over slowly, face still pink like he’d just come in from the snow.

“My parents will certainly have a few things to say about this, but I’m not sure I care. You’re cute.” You stated simply, hands in your lap as he sat down next to you.

“I don’t want to cause you any trouble, your highness.” He was so kind it was dazzling, not in the way that everyone was kind simply because you were a princess. In his own selfless, pure, way, like he couldn’t possibly speak to you any different if he tried.

“Please do, it’s been so boring lately. Though you simply mustn’t call me your highness while we’re alone.” You explained, giving him your name to which he returned with a held out hand and his own.

“Carmen.” He brought your hand up to his mouth the second it was in his own, chaste kiss causing a warmth to greet your own face.

A lovely name for a lovely man, something you could hear yourself calling out. A name you would be calling out later that night, from the comfort and warmth of his hands along your sides in your bed, to the bubbly water of the bath as you called for him to come into the relaxing water with you.

“Carmen,” You repeated, his hand still holding your own, allowing his thumb to run across the divots of your ring.

“Can I kiss you?” You weren’t completely sure you were doing any of this correctly, certainly not to the standards of anyone who did this sort of thing normally, again - the castle had been lonely lately. Though by the look on his face he wasn’t certain either, giving you a slow nod as his hand found the side of your face.

The entire kingdom would surely have both of your heads if they found you under him, frilly dress hiked up all the way to your waist as breathy sighs fell from both of your mouths - but they didn’t have to know. Not yet.

#HEHHEHE #Oh how I looove royal aus #running around a big castle giggling and holding his hand oh I’m Sick #dividers by adornedwithlight #🌑 100 party !!! 🎉#moons moots; maggie <3 #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader

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natailiatulls07 · 1 year ago

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Do you have anymore platonic fics in those drafts of yours 👀

The f1 fandom has a severe drought of those and your my supplier lol

The Menace

Austin Butler x female!reader Formula one grid & female!driver!reader

Summary - After Y/n’s boyfriend cheated on her, she really had that post break up glow!!

Warning - swearing, alcohol, cheating, break ups

A/n - Your wish is my command, currently sat in the hairdressers with toner on lolll 😚

Few notes -

1. No shame to Austin Butler

2. Face claim is Kaia Gerber

3. Reader drives for Ferrari, taking Carlos’ spot

f1gossip

Rumour has it: Ferrari driver Y/n L/n and her boyfriend, actor Austin Butler have been rumoured to be broken up after Butler was seen in a club just outside of London Soho. L/n had to dnf from the Sunday race in São Paulo last weekend after her car suffered some mechanical damage in the formation lap.

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username Oooo he has fucked up!

= username Lost a rare find, he’ll never find one like herrrr

username Y/n just get with me, I’ll treat you right😚

f1gossip

Rumour has it: After it was rumoured that Ferrari driver Y/n L/n and actor Austin Butler had broken up, L/n was seen this morning supposedly with bloodshot and puffy eyes on the streets of not so sunny Monte Carlo. With a few days to go until the new Las Vegas Grand Prix, how will Y/n spend her short time off?

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username She still slays tho!!

username I would say she’ll get redemption in Vegas but with the car atm I highly doubt

= username AGREED

username Hoping for a post break up glow 🥹

= username OMFG CAN YOU IMAGINE 🥵🤤

scuderiaferrari

Las Vegas…we’re coming for you

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username Hoping for a good Ferrari weekend pleaseee

username After Y/n’s break up she deserves a miracle this weekend 🙌🏻

username Charles what are you wearing??? 😃

username Just wait it we all see Austin crawling back for her, just you wait!!

username Polar opposites, Charles all dressed up and Y/n keeping it simple but effective

username Please someone beat Max and get first PLEASEEE

yourusername

Any boys in Las Vegas, I’m here early but please no Elvis 🤮

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username YOOO MISS GURL

username She really out here shaming him publicly. Love it 😍

landonorris And this is why we call you the menace

= yourusername So glad I live up to the name 😋

username austinbutler Look what you missed out on loll

username Not her mentioning his biggest role and then putting a throwing up emoji next to it LMAO

maxverstappen1 Y/n don’t get to crazy

= yourusername No promises 😇

= danielricciardo She is definitely going to get black out drunk tonight omfg

= maxverstappen1 100%

austinbutler

Never really liked red Ferrari, it’s tacky and old fashioned

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yourusername Everyone is a ferrari fan, even if they say they’re not, they are Ferrari fans - Sebastian Vettel 😚

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charles_leclerc Sort yourself out mate

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yourusername

Babes get over yourself 🍾

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username Hot ass female driver and some random drivers

sebastianvettel Loved see the grid again, thank you

= yourusername Always 🫶🏻

username austinbutler

username You just know that Y/n and Lewis were best dressed there!! Hands down!!

mickschumacher You definitely brought the party 👏🏻👏🏻

= yourusername It’s my job Mickey!!

username THE CAPTION She really is the menace!!! 🤩

f1 posted a story

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username THE HAIR SUNGLASSES MAKEUP AND WHOLE OUTFIT 🥵🥵

username Charles really let her have spot light and rightfully so!!!

username Austin really fumbleddd

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lisbeth-kk · 21 days ago

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Sherlock fandom

It is in the Details

He had always been meticulous, even as a child. It was his brother who taught him to observe and to keep an eye out for tiny details.

“The more subtle, the more elegant people will find you. Whether it is your attire or your movements. That way, they will not question your ulterior motives,” Mycroft told him.

Sherlock considered this, and when Mycroft bought him the Belstaff and had added the red buttonhole, he understood. It added an eye-catching sophistication to the garment. The fact that it was one of a kind, made it even more special.

Before he attended his first official crime scene, Sherlock Holmes, the world’s only consulting detective, used a fair amount of his inheritance on expensive hair products, had a bespoke cologne made, purchased Italian leather shoes, and spent an agonising hour at one of Savile Row’s tailors to have his measurements taken.

“Only blue and black suits. A dozen white shirts. Two of the aubergine ones over there. Two of that shade of blue. No ties.”

The tailor didn’t even bat an eyelid when Sherlock made his order and insisted that everything should be tightly fitted.

“I need to breathe, but that’s about it.”

“Of course,” the tailor replied.

***

“Who are you, and what have you done with that high as a kite kid who turned up and solved a crime for me last year?” Greg Lestrade asked when Sherlock strode towards him.

“Gone. I’m clean as of last month. Just what you commanded, detective inspector,” Sherlock drawled. “Now, where are the bodies?”

Sally Donovan and Philip Anderson weren’t as easily dazzled by his newly invented persona, but Sherlock saw them as irrelevant, so he didn't care about being offended by their snarky comments.

***

“Just look at you,” Mrs Hudson cooed when Sherlock knocked on her door.

Her favourite colour is still purple. Recently been to the hairdresser. Didn’t get that cat after all.

“Hello, Mrs Hudson. Lovely to see you again. Are you still renting out the upstairs flat?”

“I take it you are interested,” the elderly woman said and winked. “Don’t you think it’s a bit big for just you. A flatmate would be nice. What do you say?”

“Who would tolerate living with me?” Sherlock answered with a grimace.

“Oh, come now, Sherlock. Deep down you’re as fluffy as a plushie,” she stated.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and went upstairs to take a proper look at 221B.

It was cluttered, but the atmosphere was cosy, even though it hadn’t been inhabited for several months.

It feels like a proper home, but do I want to share it with another man? I’ve never lived with other people than my family before. None of my peers tolerated me for more than a few minutes at a time. I find it hard to believe that somewhere out in the London streets, a man walks around willing to share this flat with a pompous and infuriating git as myself. It would be nothing short of a miracle if that was the case.

***

“Sherlock, meet an old friend of mine, John Watson,” Mike called out when he walked into the lab.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the fair-haired man. To Sherlock’s astonishment this John Watson offered to let him borrow his phone when Sherlock asked Mike for his, even though he knew it was safely tucked into his coat pocket.

“Afghanistan or Iraq?”

The awe in the man’s eyes, made Sherlock look away quickly to hide his own confusion. No one had ever gazed at him like that.

“Who said anything about a flatmate?” John asked when he’d gathered himself after Sherlock’s rapid deductions about his career, family, and wound.

“Mike did,” Sherlock explained and put on his coat and scarf with deliberate movements.

Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at my hands and neck, John Watson.

***

“Will you be needing the upstairs bedroom?” Mrs Hudson asked when she followed him and John into 221B the next day.

John blushed but didn’t answer, which was quite promising.

“We’ll let you know,” Sherlock mumbled.

“We have all sort around here,” she assured them before she went down to her own flat.

John placed his cane by the red chair and wandered around to look at all the eccentricities the flat had to offer. The more he walked around, the less he limped, much to Sherlock’s satisfaction.

“Yes, I think this will do just fine,” John said and made himself comfortable in the upholstery chair.

***

“How did you get glitter in your hair?” John asked two days before Christmas later that year.

“I went to Liberty’s to buy some decorations for our tree,” Sherlock said.

“What happened to the Grinch I moved in with in February?”

“He fell in love with an ex-army doctor with a psychosomatic limp,” Sherlock quipped.

“Did he, now,” John murmured and circled his arms around Sherlock’s waist.

Sherlock hummed and bent down to kiss John softly.

“Noticed anything else?” he asked innocently and a bit breathless when they parted.

“I did actually. You’ve been to your tailor,” John said with a broad smile.

“Tell me,” Sherlock purred and sucked John’s bottom lip into his mouth.

“Just spotted some small things. Your shirt isn’t tucked into your trousers in its usually way, one button is only half buttoned, and your left trouser leg has a – “

Sherlock interrupted John’s deductions with a passionate kiss. He looked down into the blue eyes and it felt like he was drowning in a sea of adoration.

“You are a marvel, John Watson,” he whispered.

“Just paying attention to the details that are out of order,” John shrugged, a bit embarrassed by such praise.

“A shame you only catch such details when it comes to me and not at crime scenes.”

John slapped Sherlock’s arse, called him a brat, and went to make tea, while Sherlock decorated the tree.

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Chapter 11: Barn Burner

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: You and Bucky will fight your way through whatever you can to get Curtis

Word count: 2,433

Content/warnings: Interrogation, mention of tranquilizer darts, mob themes, kissing, swears, let me know if I missed anything

Author’s Note: everyone say a biiiiig thank you to @hawkeyes-queen for the motivation for me finishing this chapter. Thank you, darling. And I hope to answer your ask with a blurb soon. This occurs at the same time as Ch. 8 of The Rainmaker and Ch. 4 of Handiwork

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You stood there with your arms and legs crossed, leaning against a hay bale in the old barn. In front of you sat two men that you were less than pleased with, still unconscious thanks to the power of Bucky’s fist.

Bucky paced the floor in front of you, on the phone with an ally from the city: Stark. Apparently Lloyd had been causing him grief, as well, for some time now, and after you two were done with him, that’s where he’d be going to be dealt with. Some underground weapons bunker it seemed.

As he hung up the phone, Bucky placed his hands on his hips, stopped in front of you, and sighed. His face looked so tired, eyes sunken in, brows pulled together in distress. You were sure it mirrored your own.

You uncrossed your arms, taking a step towards him as he reached for your waist. Strands of hair that had grown a little too long flopped in front of his forehead and you pushed them back, running your fingers through his hair, giving Bucky the only taste of relaxation he was sure to get tonight. That was probably a good thing. Bucky had already lost his worn bar clothes in favor of a suit, ready for all the business that was sure to take up this night.

As you brushed a palm against his stubbly cheek, he leaned into your touch, a soft hum leaving his lips that was taken from his grasp as soon as it came when the sound of fabric rustling reached both of your ears. Lloyd was stirring awake.

Bucky stood up stark straight at that, but turned his head and kissed your palm before the tenderness left his eyes, replaced with a cold working demeanor.

He turned around, his bulky shoulders doing their best to shield you from Lloyd. You peeked around him anyway, though, catching the way Lloyd’s eyelashes fluttered open, his dark eyebrows raising in amusement when he registered that he was sitting in front of the mob boss he once called a friend. He let out a low whistle.

“Ah, Bucky! Bucky, Bucky, Bucky Barnes. What a pleasure to be dealt with personally. Heard you’ve got goons out the wazoo these days, which is surprising, considering how much I’ve enjoyed personally knocking them off lately.”

If he weren’t already stiff as a board, Bucky would’ve tensed at that. So many innocent people were dead at the hand of Lloyd, a series of killings in the city. Whether they were workers in the family or tangentially related, some of them unknowing of their connections until it was too late, Lloyd had shamelessly gone after them. A barista, a hairdresser, and several lower-level guards taken because they were accessible; something that Bucky worked hard to make sure you and he weren’t. But he hadn’t even thought about the friends of friends. Or just friends, including Curtis, that Lloyd could apparently so easily snatch.

Lloyd was shuffling in his seat, likely feeling around for one of the various knives he kept hidden on his body, but Bucky shook his head and shook off Lloyd’s previous attempt at a jab.

“You’re not gonna find any weapons on your person, Hansen. I strip searched you already. Personally. Checked all your old hiding places and some new ones. Don’t forget who taught you those hiding spots in the first place. I will applaud you for being creative with the new ones, though.”

Lloyd lifted his head, a smirk rising under his mustache, covering the small disappointment of being weaponless. He cocked his head to the side, giving a wink to Bucky.

“Ooooo, kinky. Didn’t know you were such a freak, Buck. But I guess that’s just the natural course when you date someone like Lil for so long.”

Bucky let a huff out of his nose. He was trying his best to remain stoic, but Lloyd knew just the right ways to get under his skin. You took a step forward and put a steadying hand on Bucky’s back. You didn’t want him to appear weak, but you knew you’d get nothing if this whole thing went south. It was all about getting Curtis back and keeping Lloyd in custody. Veering from the plan wasn’t worth the risk.

Lloyd noticed your action, the smirk on his face growing into a shit-eating smile.

“Well if it isn’t the sweet peach, here to calm down big, bad Bucky.”

Bucky’s fists clenched at that. He didn’t want you anywhere near Lloyd, but you insisted, and he was no one to tell you that you couldn’t do something.

Lloyd leaned towards you as much as the ropes around his chest would allow, as if he was about to tell a secret.

“No need to come to the rescue, cupcake. He ever tell you the things he’s done to rise to the top? This is nothing. I’m surprised he doesn’t have me hanging from the rafters by my toenails already.”

He was too sure of himself. He must’ve not known just how much Bucky had told you about himself in your time together, which pretty much aligned with all you had coaxed Steve and Sam to tell you previously. You knew a lot, but still not everything, especially about Lillian. But you trusted Bucky. That was what mattered.

You stayed silent while Lloyd pressed his shoulders back. He was attempting to steal the power back from Bucky through you, even in the evident power imbalance that was ongoing. His cockiness was filling the room, almost suffocating. Before you could make another movement, Steve, who had been standing up against the barn wall, took long strides towards you, grabbing your upper arm.

He led you out of the barn, into the cool night air. You looked up at him with slight confusion. Nothing you hadn’t expected had happened yet, but Steve knew Bucky even better than you, so he must’ve had good reason. His face, full of sadness that was only slightly mixed with his stoic work demeanor was matched with tight lips before he spoke, eyes boring urgently into yours.

“Bee, why don’t you go grab Cherry? Maybe she can help us. Bucky is about to do something I’m sure you’re not gonna want to watch, and I’m sure a calmer hand will be needed. Especially for Cole.”

Without a word, just a concerned expression, you simply nodded and headed back to the house.

You could tell Cherry was nervous with the way she bit her nails on the whole walk as you led her to the interrogation barn. You weren’t sure how much Bucky had done since you were gone, but you could tell it was probably a lot based off the bruises you could see forming on the mob boss’s hand when you walked in. Lloyd’s face had grown several fresh marks, as well, that would likely look much worse tomorrow, but the look on his face wouldn’t have given that away. He smiled through the grime that physically and metaphorically coated him.

You looked over at Cole who must’ve woken up not too long ago, a look near terror on his face. As gruesome as it was, even the right of one of your beloved cows giving birth hadn’t prepared you for the sight of pain inflicted on one man by another. If Lillian was as twisted as Bucky and Lloyd had made her seem, you were beyond scared for Curtis.

You shuffled further into the barn, taking a place by Steve, who stood calmly watching the scene. As soon as you had walked through the door, Bucky had turned to see you, his eyes wild, but they softened just the slightest bit as he made his way over to start discussing strategy.

“I can’t get jack shit with Lloyd here, fucking bastard. I know Cole will squeal as soon as he’s alone, though. We just need to-“

He was cut off by a sound that made you all turn your heads. The rafters of the barn creaked and down swung Decks, before landing onto the soft floor with a rustle of the thin smattering of hay over a bare dirt floor. The action caught the attention of the captives, too, as they watched her stalk over to them. Her shoulders were stiff, unyielding. You had only seen her like this once before. In a bar, when a guy she had gone on a couple of dates with spilled his drink on you and didn’t apologize. Except, compared to her demeanor now, that seemed like an anger level of two. This was an eleven.

Steve made a movement to go towards her, but Bucky barred him with an arm. That was a good idea. It was never smart for anyone to get in her way when she got like this, and that included Lloyd and Cole. They were in her way in the act of finding Curtis. She spoke in a low and even tone, but the urgency and spite in her voice was almost deafening.

“I’ll give you one more shot. I’m sick of watching this dance. Where. Is. Curtis?”

Cole stuttered, “I-I don’t know.”

Smack. In a flash, his head was tossed to the side, looking down towards the ground, red already filling his cheek. Beside you, Steve flinched, and based on the look that Bucky gave him, you could assume that was not something the second in command often did.

“Wrong answer.”

She took a step to her left, putting herself directly in front of Lloyd.

“Where?”

Her voice was alarmingly even to an outsider, but you could just barely pick up on the increasing annoyance. It was calm, yet rage-filled. Lloyd shook his head as his shoulders rose and fell with laughter. Bad idea. Your eyes darted down to see the way Decks’s fists tightened.

“Oh, come on, Pumpkin. You’re a smartie. Bet you’re a sweet peach just like your friend, too, but I’m not giving up whe-“

Punch. Right to the jaw. Good. You hated that he kept calling you that. It was a reminder of someone you no longer were. And a signal of just how far off the mark Lloyd was from gauging this situation.

It was almost in slow motion as Lloyd fell to the hay floor in a heap with a dull thump and a rustle. She had knocked him out cold.

Her eyes were fixed on Cole again.

“Is that motivation enough for you to help us now?”

Cole furiously nodded and looked back over his shoulder at Cherry. “I’ll talk to her.”

It was obviously so he could deal with the one furthest removed from knowing how to properly run business, but the request was turned down quickly as the tall blond beside you took a long stride towards the center of the barn and shook his head.

“No way. You lost your right to negotiate when you let Lloyd cross that line. You talk to me or you don’t have a tongue to talk anymore. Got it?”

Cole swallowed in nervousness. In the next second, Bucky caught your eye. With a jerk of his head, he wordlessly gestured for you to take Cherry out of the barn and you nodded, gently guiding her out as quickly as the two of you came in. Decks was already nearly out of sight, halfway across the field to the house.

Soon before the sunrise, you met Bucky out on the porch. He was on the steps below you, looking up and rubbing his hands up and down your sides as his crew loaded vehicles behind him. Your hands cradled his jaw as he explained the situation to you.

“Curtis isn’t being held too far from here. Apparently Lillian is still there, too. We’ll take care of it all.”

You nodded, your thumb brushing over the apple of his cheek. “Okay. Be careful. Save my cousin.”

Bucky nodded, looking deeply into your eyes and observing them grow hard, tough, fiery for a moment. “…and burn it all down. To the ground. I mean it. I’m sick of this shit and it’s gotta end. I don’t deserve this, Decks doesn’t, and Curtis and Cherry sure as hell don’t.”

Bucky smiled at your fierce statement, going on his toes for a quick kiss. “You got it, Honey. See you in a little.”

Bucky set fire to the farm with ease. Lillian was nothing when it came to the power he held. She met him at the front entrance to one of Cole’s farm property, her heels, inappropriate for the situation, rolling in the gravel.

“James. It’s nice to see you. Come to crawl back to me? It’s too bad that I’ve already got someone else.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. He just had to buy time while his men got in position and Steve got to Curtis.

“No, Lil. But Steve did always warn me that it seemed like you had a thing for inept, kicked puppies. I should’ve predicted Cole would become your next little plaything.”

She smirked with her red lips and shrugged. “Well, that could’ve been you, but it looks like you’ve turned into what you always dreaded. A pawn trying to take on the queen and king.”

Bucky chuckled. “So you’re calling yourself a queen now? And who’s the king? Cole? Lloyd? Both equally cringe-inducing options.”

Before Lillian or the guard behind her could make a move or say another word, a dart was shot into their necks and she tumbled into Bucky’s arms. More of Bucky’s guards emerged from the surrounding tall grass, taking care of the two of them and waiting for their next steps.

Meanwhile, you were trying to hold the house together, cooking breakfast for a worried Cherry and an angry Decks. Cherry was dealing, though, but Decks was a mess. But you knew a lot was happening for her. Betraying her trust and putting so much pressure on her wasn’t what you had wanted to do, but it was the only option you could see.

As your mind was wandering with menial tasks, though, you got a notification on your phone from the security sensors that Peter had installed, indicating something was coming up the driveway. You prayed it was Curtis and he was in one piece.

Based on Cherry first tossing a mug at the wall in surprise, which luckily wasn’t one of your nice ones, you weren’t sure, but then you heard Curtis’s voice and you finally felt yourself relax for the first time in a month.

As soon as Curtis entered, Decks gave him a big hug before he came and did the same to you.

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echo-bleu · 1 year ago

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Noldor hair headcanons (2/4)

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By the time they’re settled in Beleriand, the Nolofinwëans have largely switched from elaborate styles done by someone else to (slightly) simpler self-braided styles. They’re at war now, so they turn toward practical braids that keep their hair out of their face during combat. There’s more and more of a gap between everyday styles and ceremonial styles.

The Fëanorians however are still doing things the old way. Maedhros is very unhappy that he can no longer braid people’s hair properly (especially Fingon’s) (he learns to do it one-handed eventually, but it’s never as perfect) (Fingon doesn’t mind).

The Sindar wear their hair half-up or even loose. However, they like to play with each other’s hair, and it’s not reserved for family, which is Very Weird for the Noldor to see. Galadriel has a hard time getting used to it and doesn’t let anyone touch her hair beside Celeborn, but she eventually figures out that her hair dazzles people even more when it’s loose, so she starts leaving it down.

It’s even harder to untangle as a result, and Celeborn suffers. (Galadriel is not not into hair pulling.)

Melian and Lúthien’s hair is so silky that braids just undo themselves. Elrond and Elros partly inherit that, and Elrond spends his whole life mourning that fact (he wants to do his hair like Maedhros, okay?).

Finrod is the first elf to let a Man touch his hair. He’s travelling alone and he’s touch-deprived, can you blame him? (It’s Bëor. It results in several uncomfortable conversations.)

Curufin makes himself and his brothers sharpened hairpins and various other weapons disguised as hair jewellery.

Hairstyles mingle during the Siege until, in the more cosmopolitan realms, Noldor and Sindar are no longer identifiable at first sight. Some Noldor elect to keep their hair mostly loose (though almost never entirely) while many Sindar learn the Battle Braids. They are very convenient, after all.

Avari hair customs are very different. It’s mostly about hair brushing/care being very intimate. They usually wear hairdresses or hair covering of some kind, depending on the tribe they belong to.

Gondolin has stayed highly conservative about hair, with hairstyles almost as complex as Tirion in its noontide.

Maeglin hates having his hair touched even more than his mother.

I’m tempted to make Eöl an asshole on this too, who cuts Aredhel’s hair or something, but I think she just never lets him touch her and he doesn’t care enough to try.

Maeglin grows up with his hair loose up until Aredhel takes them to Gondolin, where she remembers how Turgon is about hair, and braids Maeglin’s and her own in hopes of Looking Natural.

Maeglin’s first impression of Gondolin is that Hair Braiding Hurts (though not as much as adar’s hands). It goes downhill from there.

He’s still jealous when he catches Idril doing Tuor’s hair. Tuor doesn’t even have the decency of having beautiful Noldor hair, so it doesn’t even look that good. The next day, Idril’s braids are very wonky and Maeglin, upon seeing her, completely messes up the hair clip he was making her.

Eärendil has Tuor’s hair. It’s fine, because Elwing refuses to do Noldor braids.

Glorfindel is a Vanya and wears his hair completely loose.

We all know how that ends.

Maglor’s hair is partly burned off in Dagor Bragollach. He spends an uncomfortable few years growing it back and recovering from smoke inhalation. He revives some ridiculous hair-related ditties from his youth as voice therapy and they’re soon heard throughout Beleriand.

Finrod, badly injured and with no bodies of his brothers to bury, makes up a self-braided version of the Mourning Braids (It involves only braiding the hair from the shoulders down. That’s largely because he couldn’t raise his arms at that point, but it becomes a feature of all Mourning Braids—except Maglor’s style—for two ages to come.)

For the first time since the Ice, Fingolfin asks Fingon to do his hair, the morning after they hear of Morgoth’s victory.

He braids Rochallor’s mane and tail before setting out.

Rochallor walks back into Hithlum some days after the Eagle comes, his hair still braided. He lies down and dies with his head in Fingon’s arms.

Turgon braids his father’s hair before burying him, as he did with Elenwë, as he did with Aredhel. There is a custom that’s been developing among the Noldor of Beleriand to only give the dead a single, simple braid, so that they don’t risk being too attached to their body and miss the call from Mandos, but Turgon doesn’t know of it. No one has died in Gondolin since it was built, aside from Aredhel and Eöl.

Finrod and his Ten braid each other’s hair the night after they leave Nargothrond. Beren watches them with no understanding of the custom.

They later find out that werewolves spit out the hair when they devour someone.

It’s not a nice sight.

Beren and Lúthien do their best to clean Finrod’s beautiful golden braids of blood before they bury him, even though neither of them quite get what the braids mean to the Noldor.

Fingon’s golden ribbons are marred with blood when they find his body on the battlefield. His braids are the only way to identify him for certain.

Maedhros revives Maglor’s Mourning Braids. Mostly because Maglor does them for him. Maedhros would be fine with No One Ever Touching His Hair Again, but he’s close to catatonic.

Then the Oath awakes once more.

Celegorm’s white hunting braids and Dior’s black silky hair mingle on the blood-stained floor of Doriath’s throne room.

It takes Maglor longer to find Caranthir and Curufin. He carefully braids their hair into a single plait before they burn the bodies, in case it could help them find Mandos.

Maybe they are for the Void, but at least he feels like he’s done something.

The years up to the Third Kinslaying are awful. Maedhros and Maglor are codependent to an unhealthy degree, while the twins will barely speak to them, or each other. Maglor still does Maedhros’s hair. Maedhros doesn’t return the favour. They scream at each other daily.

Sirion is unthinkable. They attack anyway. Maedhros and Ambarussa’s braids look like bloodstains in the twilight.

Elwing’s hair floats around her as she falls.

To be continued

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inkrivelbr · 4 months ago

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Unrequited love || childhood friends

Liu Qingge since he was a child, he has been in love with Shen Yuan.

Since he was a child, Liu Qingge would run after him and try hard to make Yuan-ge look at him.

Over the years, Liu Qingge could not stop being a friend to Shen Yuan.

In high school, a newcomer got very close to Shen Yuan, but Liu Qingge was unfazed.

But after the two's time together began to become almost nonexistent, Liu Qingge finally realized that something was wrong.

But he was undeterred, and in his final year at school, he decided to confess his feelings.

With the support of his friends, Liu Qingge invited Shen Yuan to the new coffee shop that opened in the city, Shen Yuan accepted.

The night before the "date", Liu Qingge reluctantly accepted skincare night with his sister.

Even though the "date" was only in the afternoon, he woke up early to get ready.

Liu Qingge does not consider himself a narcissistic person, but he knows he is beautiful.

Shen Yuan praised him several times, Liu Qingge even made his hair grow because Shen Yuan said his hair was beautiful.

Nervously, Liu Qingge waited for Shen Yuan at the coffee machine, but he was disappointed when he saw Luo Binghe along.

Hiding his disappointment, Liu Qingge tells Shen Yuan that he has something important to say.

Shen Yuan says he also has something important to say, Liu Qingge tells him to say it first.

Laughing happily, Shen Yuan says something that breaks Liu Qingge's heart.

— We're dating — He says while holding Luo Binghe's hand affectionately.

He used to hold my hand like this when we were kids.

Liu Qingge looks at Luo Binghe, who is smiling victoriously.

Liu Qingge feels horrible.

All the hours training how he would declare himself, all the motivating messages from his friends, the hours getting ready with his sister to look good.

All this for nothing.

Liu Qingge had already lost before he even tried.

Swallowing the bitter throat, Liu Qingge congratulates the couple.

—What did Liu-di want to tell me?

Liu Qingge looks at the couple, internally begging that two of his own tears don't come out yet.

— I went to the college I wanted.

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As the years passed, Liu Qingge threw himself into his studies to try to forget the pain in his heart.

But that never helped, as I still followed Shen Yuan on his social media.

Seeing the photos of Shen Yuan happy with Luo Binghe, Liu Qingge always wondered.

What does he have that I don't have?

Is it selfish to love you when you are clearly happy?

Is it selfish to want you to look at me like that too?

Liu Qingge falls asleep feeling tears in his eyes as he remembers a photo of a pair of engagement rings.

The next day it didn't matter how much he ignored his friends' worried messages on his cell phone.

He cannot ignore Shen Yuan's messages.

Shen Yuan says he is very happy, and wants his best friend to be at his wedding as best man.

In a silent cry, Liu Qingge accepts.

Leaving the house, he went to the nearest hairdresser, which belonged to his sister's girlfriend.

— I need you to do something for me.

Sha Hualing doesn't comment anything, even though she is surprised and curious, she just does what Liu Qingge ordered.

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Everything about the wedding is beautiful, you can see that Luo Binghe doesn't care about the money he spends.

At the time of the speeches, Liu Qingge feels like he is going to vomit.

But as best man he could only tell the couple.

— I hope you enjoy growing up with him, the same way I enjoyed growing up with him. — He says while looking at Luo Binghe

He knows that Luo Binghe truly understood what he meant.

I hope you love him as much as I wish I could.

Liu Qingge looks up at the sky, his short hair blowing in the wind.

Be happy Yuan-ge

#liushen #is not reciprocated #My poor Qingge #he didn't deserve this #I swear I didn't want to make Luo Binghe look like a bad guy #It's just Liu Qingge's point of view #Someone give the love my baby needs #mingling #It's subtle but it's there #Liu Qingge #Lqg #Shen yuan #Luo Binghe #svsss #Lbh

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veryferaldistributions · 2 years ago

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My Favorite Quotes from the “Bride of ReAnimator” Commentary (Not Included in the “Gay” Compilation):

Herbert: “Go. Home.”

Bruce: “Oh yeah, lot waiting for me there. How ‘bout that front room? Pet the dog! Find the finger eye puppet. Have some leftover spaghetti!”

Jeffrey: (about the Bride) “So she’s Meg. She’s Gloria-“

Bruce: “She’s the virgin-hooker with the twinkle toes.”

(Herbert and Francesca are barricading the lab door.)

Bruce: “Why is she helping you?”

Jeffrey: “Because she knows there are creatures out there (laughs) puking Cream of Wheat!”

Herbert: “You’re better off without her.”

Bruce: “Thanks for the advice, Dear Abby!”

(Herbert is talking about the feet of the ballet dancer.)

Bruce: “Y’know, Herbert’s parents made him take ballet for five years…”

(Over the course of the film commentary, they make several jokes about how Chapham is always seen with food.)

Herbert: (at Chapham) “What are you doing in here?”

Bruce: “Eating!”

(EDITED POST TO ADD MORE QUOTES/FIX ERRORS IN FIRST BATCH UPON REWATCH)

(Dan gets stabbed in Peru.)

Jeffrey: “Your kidney’s been lacerated, but you’ll be alright!”

Bruce: (sees his own name in the credits) “Who’s that?”

Bruce: “How did they get down there (Peru)?”

Jeffrey: (dryly) “By a plane, Bruce.”

Jeffrey: (singing to credits music) “Oh MEEEEG, my loooove, where did you goooo my deaaaar?”

(Movie cuts from Peru to Miskatonic.)

Bruce: “Oh yeah, like those two would be let back in the States!”

Bruce: “(Bride) is the ‘Frankenstein’ of the series. If the second is ‘Frankenstein,’ what’s the first?”

Jeffrey: “…Re-Animator.”

Bruce: “What is with my HAIR?”

Jeffrey: “Well, that was your choice!”

Dan: “Herbert, I have something to tell you.”

Bruce: “I’ve found a new hairdresser.”

Dr. Graves: “Who’d want to steal body parts?”

Jeffrey: “Ohhhhh, I think we knoooow.”

(Herbert is stealing Meg’s heart.)

Bruce: “Like Dan wouldn’t have enshrined that already.”

Herbert: (at Hill’s head in the morgue) “How did you get in here?”

Jeffrey: (mumbling) “…I hate this scene.”

(They both laugh at the puns anyway.)

Jeffrey: “Nice wheels, Dan.”

Bruce: “You bet. All in eight months. Got through customs. Now I’m driving a Dodge Swinger.”

Bruce: “I can’t get over my BeeGees haircut.”

Jeffrey: “Barry Gibb lives!”

(Later in the movie.)

Jeffrey: (singing) “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Stayin’ alive! Stayin’ alive!”

Bruce: “Of course this house has a basement.”

Jeffrey: “It was one of our requirements.”

Bruce: “One of your requirements.”

Jeffrey: “Well…”

Herbert: “Security.”

Dan: “From what?”

Herbert: …

Jeffrey: “From what?!”

Bruce: “Do I merit an answer?!”

(Herbert is showing Dan the reagent.)

Jeffrey: “DRINK IT! DRINK IT!”

Bruce: “Y’know, Herbert has this nasty habit of shoving things in Dan’s face. Iguanas, reagent, amniotic fluid-“

Jeffrey: “Dead cats.”

Dan: “I’m moving out!”

Jeffrey: “Why?”

Bruce: “Because, I like this heart patient in the hospital MUCH more than you!”

Jeffrey: (laughs) “What, you gonna move in with HER?”

Bruce: “No one will ever get rich overestimating Dan’s bad taste.”

(Herbert is trying to convince Dan to reanimate Chapham, next to the boiling pot.)

Bruce: “Sure…why not?”

Jeffrey: “Lemme have some tea first!”

(Cuts from the basement to Francesca, in Dan’s bed.)

Francesca: “Daniel?”

Bruce: “Why am I down there? WHY? What am I thinking about?”

Jeffrey: “You needed to get another prophylactic from the lab.”

Dan: “Herbert!”

Bruce: “I’d like to have a nickel for every time I’ve said ‘Herbert’ in these two movies.”

Dan: “It helps me to think of you as Meg.”

Bruce: “Betcha that makes her feel good. No wonder she dies!”

(Gloria flatlines.)

Jeffrey: “And that made her die.”

(Herbert and Dan are reanimating the Bride.)

Bruce: “Don’t try this at home.”

(Herbert puts on the gun holster.)

Bruce: “Wild, wild West. Herbie, get your gun.”

Herbert: “There is my creation!”

Jeffrey: “So put THAT in your pipe and smoke it!”

Bruce: (singing Rick Springfield) “I wish I was Herbie’s girl!”

(The Bride is trying to seduce Dan.)

Bruce: “Oh boy. I certainly wasn’t paid enough for this.”

Bride: (to Dan) “You made me?”

Herbert: “I made you!”

Jeffrey: “Yeah! Get that straight, babe!”

Dan: “You’re not Meg. Meg’s dead.”

Bruce: (flatly) “Wow. What a revelation. How edifying.”

Herbert: “Make a note of it, Dan! Tissue rejection!”

Bruce: “You write it down, ya little squirt! I’m tired of taking your notes!”

Dan: “You’re alive.”

(Falls to his knees.)

Jeffrey: “And I worship you!”

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I Choose Her | Chp: 11

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4.6k

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut (?), mention of death and violence, sorry to any ron enjoyers out there

Note: halfway through writing this chapter i realised how im really giving ron the short end of the stick in this story lmao i hope y'all don't mind i'll try to go easier on him

this one is more plot driven than usual but i added fluffy hermione x reader moments to make up for it hopefully its still enjoyable!

alright that's it as usual i hope y'all like this one :)

(btw sneaked in a little hermione pov let me know if u like or hate it 👀)

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An hour had passed now since Hermione agreed to cut Harry's hair and you had merely been sat in the corner, spectating.

Truth be told it was a rather fascinating sight to witness Hermione Granger struggle at something.

She snips another section of hair off, leaving an uneven patch. She winces and you couldn’t fight the snicker that slips out of your lips.

Harry throws you a worried expression and your girlfriend only glares at you.

With the pair of scissors in her hand, she points it at you.

“Alright that’s it. You either be quiet or wait outside until I finish this.” Hermione warns.

You raise your hands up in surrender pursing your lips to avoid bursting into laughter.

“Okay I’ll be quiet, I’m sorry.”

Hermione looks less than convinced but eventually goes back to cutting Harry’s hair.

A few minutes past and you decide you wanted to get a proper look. Standing up, you leaned over Hermione’s shoulder.

Seeing the state of Harry’s hair now only causes you to let out a hysterical laugh.

Harry reaches back, fumbling as he finally had a feel of the uneven patches on his head.

Hermione slaps your arm harshly but it does nothing to subdue your laughter.

“Y/n, you’re being so rude.” She whines, a pout forming on her lips.

“I’m sorry but you’re truly terrible at this.”

You say, finally recovering from your laughing fit.

Harry stands up and glances at you for a moment, the look on his face shows he agrees with your statement.

“I think that’ll do for now Hermione, thank you.” Harry tries his best to be polite but he isn’t fooling anyone.

You take a seat again and watches as Hermione slams the pair of scissors against the table.

A petulant look on her face, you can’t help but feel at fault.

You held out your arms, gesturing for her to sit on your lap.

“My love come here, I’m sorry.”

Hermione was reluctant for a moment, but inevitably situates herself on your lap, looping her arm over your shoulder.

You leaned in to place a kiss against her jaw, you attempt to plant one on her lips but she was quick to turn her head.

“You’re great at a lot of other things sweetheart, maybe just avoid a hairdressing career in the future.” You try to reassure her but Hermione makes no effort to look at you.

Reaching up, you began massaging her shoulder absentmindedly and she welcomes the feeling.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, I’m sorry.” You repeat.

Finally turning to you she leans in, capturing your lips with hers.

Moving your own hand to the back her neck as you deepened the kiss. Your lips were against hers for several moments before Harry can be heard clearing his throat.

He turns to walk out of the tent but Hermione was quick to stop him.

“Hang on Harry, we have something to tell you.”

Your girlfriend looks at you signalling for you to continue.

“Last night, Hermione and I figured something out regarding the horcruxes.”

Harry is now intrigued, he steps closer, folding his arms before giving you his full attention.

“What about the horcruxes?”

“Well, we figured out how to destroy it.” Hermione stands up to grab the book you were reading the night prior.

Handing it to Harry, she waits for him to skim the page before explaining.

“Harry, you destroyed Tom Riddle’s diary with a basilisk fang.”

“But before that you killed the basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor. The blade was then impregnated with it’s venom.” Hermione says.

“That’s why Dumbledore left the sword to you in his will, it can destroy horcruxes.” You add.

“That’s brilliant! You’re brilliant– the both of you!” Harry exclaims and you swear you have never seen him so excited before.

“There’s only one problem ofcourse–”

Harry stops talking as the lights in the tent go out for a moment and you instinctively move to stand next to Hermione.

“The sword was stolen.” Ron states, stepping inside the tent. He holds out Dumbledore’s deluminator and the lights quickly come back on.

“That’s right, I’m still here. But you three carry on, don’t let me spoil the fun.”

You roll your eyes, Ron truly picks his timings.

“What’s wrong?”

Harry asks with a deadpan tone, evidently feeling as annoyed.

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong. Not according to you anyway.” Ron says.

“Look if you have something to say don’t be shy, spit it out.” Harry slams the book closed, stepping closer to Ron.

“Alright I’ll spit it out.”

“But don’t expect me to be grateful just because there’s another damn thing we’ve got to find.” He says, glaring at you.

You feel Hermione grab your hand.

“We’re supposed to be out there destroying these things but now it seems you prefer sitting around playing house with a traitor instead.” He accuses.

“Traitor?” You grimaced at the insult.

Hermione moves her hand up your arm but it does nothing to soothe you.

“I’m sorry, but what part of this isn’t living up to your expectations? Did you think we’d be staying in a 5 star hotel? Finding a Horcrux every other day? Did you think you’d be back with your mum by Christmas?” Harry raises his voice.

“I thought you knew what you were doing I thought Dumbledore would’ve told you something worthwhile.”

Harry rolls his eyes and you grow increasingly agitated yourself.

“I’ve told you everything Dumbledore told me and incase you haven’t noticed we have found a Horcrux already.”

“Yeah, and we’re as close to getting rid of it as we are to finding the rest of them aren’t we?”

Hermione releases your arm, walking towards Ron she attempts to take the necklace off him but he pushes her off harshly.

“Please take the necklace off, you wouldn't be saying any of this if you hadn’t been wearing it all day.”

He pushes her away again.

“And what about you? When are you going to snap out of it Hermione? Can’t you see she’s just using you to help the Dark Lord? I don’t get why you still believe she is on our side. She doesn’t love you.”

Ron practically spits the last sentence, pointing in your direction.

The sight of tears welling up in Hermione’s eyes set you off.

Storming towards them you quickly shoved Ron, his back hitting the pillar, you kept him pinned against it with your forearm. He tries to fight you off but the adrenaline coursing through you allows you more strength than him.

“Take the Horcrux off.” You ordered him calmly even though it took everything in you not to choke him out.

Reaching up he removes the necklace, roughly throwing it onto the ground. You release him from your hold but he makes no effort to walk away, keeping eye contact with you.

A challenge you gladly accepted.

“What is it Weasley? Are you going to hit me?” You taunt.

You notice as his jaw clenched in response. He glances at Harry one last time before storming out of the tent.

The sound of Hermione sniffling finally urges you to look at her. You catch her trying to wipe away her tears on her sleeve.

“Oh, Hermione come here.”

You stepped closer, pulling her in for an embrace and Hermione doesn’t fight it. You feel her sobbing against your shoulder and it shatters you.

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Your impromptu walk along the lake with Hermione had somehow turned into you teaching her how to skip rocks.

She’d been glum since the argument with Ron yesterday and the fact that he had apparated to Merlin knows where in the dead of the night only made things worse.

“Come on, try again you’ll get it.”

Hermione throws the rock and it makes a large splash in the water.

“This isn’t working.” Hermione groans turning around to leave but you stop her with your hand on her arm.

“No, baby you’re doing really well. It’s just your stance is all wrong.”

You say, picking up a smaller stone before moving to stand behind her.

You handed her the stone and carefully guided her arm up. Your hand still over hers, you leaned in to plant a kiss against her neck before whispering directly into her ear.

“Bend your knees a bit.”

Hermione does as she’s told, the blush forming on her cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Good girl.” You smile.

“Now lean back slightly.”

“Release the stone when I say.”

Hermione nods and you guided her arm backwards and then rapidly forward.

“Now.”

She let’s go of the rock and it flings towards the water, skipping twice before sinking. A clear improvement from before.

Hermione smiles widely.

“I can’t believe I did it!” She exclaims.

You chuckled before clapping your hands, applauding her.

“Well done, I knew you could do it.”

Hermione turns to you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“You’re a great teacher.”

She says directly against your lips. Your girlfriend doesn’t allow you the chance to respond before eliminating any distance between her lips and yours.

Your lips have been on hers thousands of times in a hundred different ways but somehow every kiss still felt like the first.

Hermione tracing circles against your neck made you giddy, you never wanted this feeling to end.

The distant sound of footsteps on gravel urged the both of you to turn around.

Harry can be seen approaching you with his rug sack hanging on his shoulders.

“We need to keep moving, Hermione.”

A pause before your girlfriend responds.

“Any sign of Ron?” She asks and Harry merely shakes his head.

“Okay.” Her voice was quiet.

Harry begins walking away and Hermione follows, she tugs on your arm but you don’t budge.

The look Hermione’s giving you now is one you had been dreading all morning.

“I can’t come Hermione, I have to go back to my parents.”

Your girlfriend sighs and you reach forward holding her face in your hands.

“I will find you again I promise.” You reassure, looking directly into her eyes which are now glossy with unshed tears.

“I hate this.” Hermione grips your coat and you lean in to kiss her deeply.

“Listen, when all of this ends I will never leave your side again.”

“If all of this ends.” She says.

You place a firm hand against her jaw, lifting her head slightly forcing her to look at you.

“Don’t say that. We will defeat him.”

Moving your thumb you stroked her cheek gently and your girlfriend closes her eyes at the sensation.

“And try not to worry about Ron, he’ll turn up I’m sure.”

Hermione nods but doesn’t say anything else, only wrapping her arms around you to pull you into a hug.

“After everything we’ve done so far it can’t be for nothing.”

You say before giving her a gentle peck on the forehead.

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Frustration overcoming her, Hermione groans as she flips the pages of her book harshly. After going through it thoroughly dozens of times, she basically knows every word on every page by heart.

Dumbledore must’ve left this with her for a reason.

There has to be a reason.

Carefully scanning the pages once more something catches her eye, a triangle shaped symbol near the top of the page.

Flipping through the book again she realises the symbol is only drawn on a single page, clearly not meant to be apart of book.

It could mean nothing of course but there is no way for her to know for sure.

This is something but not nearly enough to go on. It still isn’t the clue she was hoping for.

Hermione’s mind starts to wander and like so many times today she's once again plagued by thoughts of you.

She wonders if you might know what the symbol represented, being more naturally versed in the wizarding world than she is.

The nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach returns and she has to fight the urge to cry, again.

She had no way of knowing when you’ll return but the ring on her finger provides her with a much needed reassurance.

Hermione glances at it, examining the strand of light that’s emerging from the ring.

Something she’s done many times before for comfort.

She knows where you are, she knows you’re safe.

“Hermione!” Harry’s voice in the distance snaps her out of her thoughts.

“You were right.” Her best friend says, taking a seat in front of her.

“Snitches do have flesh memories, but I didn’t catch the first snitch with my hands. I almost swallowed it.” Harry says, handing her the golden ball.

Hermione carefully reads the words etched into the metal.

I open at the close.

“What do you think that means?” Harry asks.

“I don’t know.” Hermione says.

Still not enough to go on.

“I found something as well.” Hermione holds up the book and Harry takes a look at the symbol.

“At first I thought it was an eye but now I don’t think it is.”

“This isn’t apart of the book, somebody drew it.”

“I think Luna’s father was wearing that at Bill and Fluer’s wedding.”

Harry says and it only worked to leave Hermione more perplexed.

“Why would someone draw it in a children’s book?”

A beat before Harry speaks again.

“Hermione I’ve been thinking, I want to go to Godric’s Hollow.”

“It’s where I was born, its where my parents died.”

Hermione stands up before shaking her head in disagreement.

“That’s exactly where he’d expect you to go because it means something to you.” She says.

Harry scrambles to his feet, walking after her.

“Yes but it means something to him too Hermione.”

“You know who almost died there. Isn’t that exactly the type of place he’d be likely to hide a horcrux?”

Harry’s practically pleading.

“But its dangerous Harry–”

Hermione stills for a moment, as much as she hates to admit it this is the only lead they have.

“But even I have to admit recently I’ve been thinking we have to go there.”

“I think it’s possible something else is hidden there.”

Hermione says, walking ahead of Harry.

“What?”

He asks and she turns to look at him.

“The sword.”

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A week since you’ve seen Hermione and you were getting nowhere.

No solid leads on where the Hocruxes might be hidden and you had no idea where the sword is.

The death eaters planning their next attack on Harry only exacerbated your anxiety.

“Nagini tells me the boy was at Godric’s Hollow.”

“He wasn’t alone.”

The Dark Lord says and you begin to feel a pounding in your ears.

He stands up walking around the table.

The room is silent as he eventually stops, settling behind your chair.

“A girl was with him, a mudblood.”

“Hermione Granger as I understand it.”

The pounding in your head was now intolerable, you shut your eyes bracing yourself for the inevitable.

You were foolish to think you could maintain a relationship with Hermione and get away with it.

To your surprise, Voldermort fails to acknowledge you entirely.

Instead, he addresses the man sitting next to you.

This provides you no relief, you would still prefer torture over what came out of the Dark Lord’s mouth next.

“Scabior, when you find this girl, make sure you bring her straight to me. It seems wherever the boy goes, she follows.”

You recognised the man he was ordering to be the leader of a gang of snatchers.

“Yes, my Lord.”

He says, getting up from his seat and quickly apparating out of the room.

Voldermort does the same shortly after and soon the other death eaters follow.

Leaving you alone in the dining area with your parents and the Malfoys.

The Dark Lord may be gone but you are still struggling to catch your breath.

Getting up off your chair you begin making your way to the bathroom.

Your parents do nothing to stop you but your best friend notices your distressed state.

“Y/n, you alright?” Draco stops you, placing a hand on your arm.

“Yes, I’m fine Draco.” You say without looking at him.

Finally reaching the bathroom you quickly closed the door.

When you got to the sink you turned on the faucet, splashing some water on your face.

It did nothing to help, the room was still spinning.

You shut your eyes tightly as you tried to control your breathing.

At the forefront of your mind all you could see was Hermione.

Your stomach turned at the notion of her getting hurt but the idea of finding your way back to her worked to calm you.

You had to get back to her.

You will get into Bellatrix’s vault tonight.

Once the ringing in your ears dissipated you stepped out of the bathroom.

Making your way to the living area of the home, you were abruptly stopped in your tracks.

Snape was stood before you. As expected, his expression remained unreadable.

“Professor.” You greeted him and he wordlessly steps closer to you.

Holding up a key, one you didn’t recognise but if you had to guess it would be a key to somebody’s vault.

It’s as if the professor read your mind with what he says next.

“The key to a vault in Gringotts.”

Snape says and you eyebrows knitted together.

Despite your obvious confusion he does not elaborate.

“Sir?”

He moves forward slipping the key into the pocket of your blazer.

“Use the key and you will find the thing you require.” He says rather ominously and in any other circumstance you’d find humor in his dramatics.

Could a horcrux be hidden in this vault?

Even if that was true why would he want you to retrieve it?

Hundreds of questions and the Professor doesn’t allow you an opportunity to ask any of them.

He dissaparates without another word.

You were left dumbfounded.

Who’s side is he on?

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You wasted no time in making your way over to Gringotts.

Your parents barely batting an eye when you lied about where you were headed. Pansy had clearly done a good job at covering for you which also meant you owed her a ton of favours.

A small price to pay.

“He sent me to retrieve something from his vault.” You responded to the goblin.

“Do you have his key?”

“Yes I do.” You say, holding it up.

“Very well. Come with me.”

The goblin barely gives you a reaction before guiding you past the barrier.

Upon reaching the vault you prepared yourself to look in every corner for the hidden items. Having no idea what they might even look like, you were prepared to spend hours searching if need be.

You were certain of one thing, you were not leaving the vault empty handed.

“Vault 713.” The goblin says as he opens the door to the vault. Passing the key back to you he swiftly takes his leave.

Your shoulders slumped once you took notice of the contents of the vault.

Or rather the lack thereof.

The vault was virtually empty.

Stepping further inside you noticed something propped up against the wall, covered in cloth.

Rapidly making your way over to it you unveiled the item and your mouth fell agape once you realised exactly what it was you were holding.

It was the sword of Gryffindor, sitting in this vault of all places, when it had been presumed to be missing.

Most baffling of all, Snape had been the person to lead you to it.

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You found yourself in a hillside after apparating.

You don’t recognise the area at all, making your way down you silently hoped for Hermione to show herself.

“Lumos maxima.” A bright light emerges from your wand, igniting the area.

Soon you spot a figure in the distance.

You let out a sigh of relief once you realised who it was.

“Potter!” You called out.

Harry runs up to you, his eyes were quick to settle on the sword in your hand.

“How?” He asks, pointing at it utterly perplexed.

“Long story.”

“You have the Horcrux with you?”

Harry nods, taking the necklace off.

He sets in on the ground.

You held out the sword, waiting for him grab it.

Harry merely looks at it.

“I think you should do it.” He says.

You are taken aback for a moment but Harry’s expectant expression was quick to convince you.

“Okay.”

You prepared yourself, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands.

“Now I’ll have to speak to it in order for it to open. I don’t know what’s in there but the bit of Riddle in the diary tried to kill me.”

“Whatever it is, don’t hesitate.”

“Alright, I hear you.” You gripped the sword tighter.

Harry begins speaking in parseltongue and before you know it, a large black mass bursts out of the locket, throwing you back onto the ground.

The dark lord’s voice can be heard echoing around you and it makes your blood run cold.

“I’ve seen your dreams y/n and I’ve seen your fears.”

“A disappointment to your parents.”

“Because of you, the only one you love is in constant danger.”

The voice says.

“Y/n don’t listen to it, it’s lying!” Harry exclaims.

Images of Hermione appear in front of you. Innocent at first but develops into more violent visions the longer you stared at it.

It was as if you had stepped right into one of your nightmares.

A vision of you throwing the killing curse at Hermione causes you to flinch, a dread suddenly overwhelming you.

It was so vivid you could feel the pain in your chest.

“Y/n kill it!”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of it.

The locket using your fears against you was the worst kind of torture.

Your hatred for the Dark Lord only grew, he truly was evil in its purest form.

Your anger worked as the courage you needed to grab the sword off the ground.

With one large swing you cut the locket in half, finally killing the part of Voldemort inside it.

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“Is everything alright?” Your girlfriend asks Harry, as she emerged from the tent.

“It’s fine.”

“Actually it’s more than fine.” Harry says, pointing at you.

You smiled as Hermione’s eyes finally settled on you.

You hold out your arms as she walked up to you, expecting to pull her into a hug.

She catches a glimpse of the sword in your hand and the look on her face causes your smile to falter.

Hermione is angry with you.

She turns to look at Harry and he only holds up the broken Horcrux.

“You destroyed it?”

“How is it that you just happened to have the sword of Gryffindor?” Hermione asks, crossing her arms.

“I got it from a vault at Gringotts.”

Before you could register what was happening Hermione was hitting you repeatedly.

“I told you not to go into her vault! If you had gotten caught you could’ve died!”

In a fit of anger she grabs a handful of leaves from the ground and chucks it at you.

Placing both hands on your chest she attempts to shove you.

Quickly dropping the sword you held her arms in place before speaking.

“Hermione wait, will you please calm down and hear me out?”

Hermione fights to get out of your grip but fails as you are considerably stronger than her she is.

“Hermione, please just listen.”

“I didn’t get it from her vault.” You explained.

“What?” She asks.

Before you could elaborate, Ron emerges from the tent.

“How come you’ve got the sword?”

Ron repeats the question and you glower at him.

You assumed he was finally done throwing his tantrum now that he’s back.

“As I was saying, I got it from a vault. Snape gave me the key to it.”

“What?” All Harry, Ron and Hermione say in unison.

“Snape led you to the only thing that could kill hocruxes?” Harry asks but it sounded more like a statement.

“That doesn’t sound right.” Ron adds.

“Well it’s the truth.” You state.

“I know it sounds insane but I don’t think this was an accident. I think Snape wants us to win.”

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You sighed happily as you watched Hermione grab your pullover from the edge of your bed, putting it on.

She lifts the sheet to cover the both of you before leaning back, resting her head against your chest.

“You know we have two pillows for a reason. You can lay your head against yours once in awhile.” You joked.

Hermione hums, snuggling into you.

“Why would I do that when you’re so comfortable.”

You chuckle, your arm instinctively wrapping around her.

The both of you laid silently for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow before Hermione breaks the silence.

“How’d you manage to get the sword without your parents knowing?” Your girlfriend asks.

“I just made up a lie about Pansy needing me for something urgent and when my parents asked she covered for me.”

You say, not putting much thought into your answer.

“Pansy Parkinson?” Hermione asks, an edge to her voice.

“Yes.” You mimicked her tone.

Your girlfriend moves out of your hold, resting her head against her own pillow.

“Oh.”

“I didn’t know you two were friends.”

Hermione says and you can’t help the smirk forming on your face.

“Since first year. Surely I told you that?”

You decided to keep taunting her a little longer.

“No, you didn’t.”

Hermione remains quiet for a few seconds and you accepted it to be the end of the conversation but she speaks again.

“How many girls have to been with? Before me?” Hermione blurts out and your smile returns.

You shrug.

“A few.”

“A few?” Hermione repeats, sitting up.

Her eyebrows furrow and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone behave so adorably.

“It’s just meaningless sex Hermione.” You reassure, sitting up with her.

Hermione’s pout doesn’t leave her lips and you’re tempted to kiss it off.

“It’s different with you.” Your voice low as you planted a kiss against her shoulder.

Your hand finding her bare thigh, stroking it dangerously close to her center.

“It’s so much better with you.” You say into her ear and you feel her shiver under your touch.

“Really?” Hermione asks, turning to face you.

“You are the best sex I’ve ever had.” You plant a kiss against the corner of her mouth.

You watched as Hermione bites her lip, an obvious glimmer in her eye and you anticipate her next move.

Your girlfriend straddles you again, this time pinning you down against the mattress.

She kisses you with little restraint, she sucks on your bottom lip before her tongue entered your mouth.

Hermione’s lips are moving against yours shamelessly, her hands roaming your body as if claiming you her own.

If this is what it took to get this side of Hermione then you ought to make her jealous more often.

Your hands manage to rest on her ass for a moment before she grabs them to pin over your head.

Hermione runs her tongue along your jaw, eventually settling at the base of your ear.

She moves downwards, biting down playfully and you feel her grin forming against your neck.

Running her tongue along that same patch of skin before sucking on it.

You didn’t have to look at your neck to know she had left a bruise.

Evidently proud of herself, Hermione flashes you an innocent smile before climbing off you to get back under the covers.

She resumes her earlier position with her head on your chest.

“If you’re marking your territory next time it’d be easier to just pee on me.” You quip.

Hermione lets out a laugh before scrunching up her face in disgust.

“You’re nauseating.”

#hermione granger #slytherin au #hermione x reader #hermione granger imagine #harry x hermione #hermione granger x reader #ron weasley x reader

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